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By ELINORE COWAN STONE Copyright, 1937, NEA Service, Ine.

CAST OF CHARACTERS LINDA BENTON—Heroine, daughter of a famous singer. CAPT. BARRYMORE TRENT—Hero, flying “daredevil.” MIRANDA TRENT--Barrymore’s grandmother; a “strong woman.”

Yesterday: Barrymore takes Linda in his arms. Their romance has begun, but Linda could not know how soon it was to be tested. CHAPTER FOUR XCEPT for the light bandage around Capt. Trent's left wrist, everything at the breakfast table next morning seemed much as usual. From time to time, Barry, as usual, enlivened the meal with bursts of song, in spite of his grandmother’s somewhat perfunctory remonstrances. His repertoire consist. ed mainly of spirited sea-going ditties, whole lines of which he hummed because he regretfully professed to have forgotten the words. ~When Linda began in her warm, gentle voice, “I can’t tell you, Mrs. Trent, how sorry I am about your jar,” the old lady cut her off with a gracious gesture. “Don’t give it another thought, my dear Miss Benton,” she commanded. “My grandson assures me it was entirely his fault. Since his early childhood he has been forbidden to approach that cabinet « ‘o's Just,” she added dryly, as Barry greeted the arrival of fresh toast with a wholehearted round of melody, “since childhood he has bcen forbidden to sing at mealtime , . . I'm sure I can’t imagine, Barry, what Miss Benton must think of you.” 2 8 2 INDA, who knew that the old lady did not care in the least what she thought, smiled faintly. In spite of old Miranda’s assumption of disapproval, it was so obvious that she was enjoying herself immensely. . . . This, Linda gathered, was all as a Trent male should be—high-spirited, irrepressible, devastating—“a sweetheart in every port,” for instance. And of course, if she guessed anything about last night, that is just whaj she thinks I am, Linda thought wryly, just another sweetheart in another port. . . . And after all, how could she be sure she wasn’t? . . . Was Barry ever entirely serious? ‘I’m sure I hope Miss Benton won’t believe I'm as black as you paint me, Duchess,” he said now with mock solicitude, his eyes seeking Linda’s in a twinkle of amusement. “She must be a very well-brought-up young woman, herself, or you wouldn't think so highly of her opinion.” 2 =» ” E took up the morning paper and opened it. In a moment he said so sharply that his grandmother looked up startled from her mail, “I warned him—the blithering idiot! Well, he’s down.” “Just who is down—and where?” psked Mrs. Trent calmly. “Old Rust. And the devil of it is that no one seems to know just where.” Barry was reading on rapidly. “The pilot of the big plane carrying the supplies lost him in the fog and turned back. Last radio signals from somewhere over Nicaragua early this morning. . . . I told him that if he cracked in that jungle he had as much chance of being picked up as a needle in & haystack. But he wouldn't listen to me.” “And when,” asked his grandmother dryly, “have you begun listening to good advice?” But Barry was reading on, his laughing mouth a straight line. . .. He was serious enough now, Linda thought. When old Miranda rose from the table, she said, “Those parcels must really get off this morning, Miss Benton. Take George and the car. I shall not need ypu until after lunch. And no doubt you have some errands of your own to do.”

ARRY did not follow them from

the dining room. He hardly seemed to know that they were

going. Linda did have some errands of her own; and it was an ideal day for Christmas shopping—clear and cold, with ‘a crisp fall of snow thiit made dazzling arabesques of the overarching trees along the averiue, and crunched delightfully under foot. Everywhere people were going about their errands with shining faces. Already some of the doors and windows - wreathes. In the church next to the

Court House a choir of children was |

rehearsing Christmas carols, their high young voices rising shrill and sweet on the frosty air —- Noel! Noel! Noel! Noel! Born is the King of Israel!” 2: # t J 2 -INDA, waiting at the crossing for the traffic, did not realize that she was singing with them, softly but clearly, until a roundfaced, dark little man who was standing beside her turned to smile at her, a gamin smile that crinkled his face absurdly. “Bravo!” He spoke to her with a Taint twist of inflection that was not quite an accent. “Excuse me, Miss Benton, but that is a voice to pack ‘em in the aisles.” Linda frowned Yaintly. She did hot remember ever having seen the “Oh, no, you do not know me,” he went on with his funny puckered

smile. “But I heard you sing once.

before. It was in a hotel in New . York—for charity . . .'and I have never forgotten you. Such freshness —such purity—such power—and you standing there so sfrsight and young, like something out of a story | book. . . , It was the kind of singing one does not forget.” ha remembered now. That was the one occasion when her aunt had allowed her to sing before a public audience.

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da made her purchases at the s little gift shop—the kniting t, trifles

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to see old Miranda somebimens always bursting with news. , . . Miss

| Lydia ‘was a plump, pasty woman,

with a nose that always looked cold, and pale, sharp eyes. “Ah, just a minute, Miss Benton,” she began now. “I hear that Capt. Trent is at home for the holidays. “Why, yes,” Linda answered. “He came last week.” Isn’t that just like Miranda Trent?” Miss Chattam turned to her companion, “Keeping him to herself all this while. I heard the other day—" she lowered her voice. rR # #

oO= of a group of smart looking younger women gathered at the book table turned to stare at Linda. As Linda picked up her bundles, she heard the woman ask in a careless, throaty drawl, “And who might the little dresden shepherdess be?” “His grandmother’s maid, I suppose,” said her companion negligently. “Did you see her blush? Well, Barry always did have a way with the lower class. . . . By the way, Rita, did you know Barry was to

‘be here?”

“Naturally,” murmured the one called “Rita.” She was tall and lithe, with a warmth of coppercolored hair, a full red mouth in a pale, too-narrow face, and heavily lashed sultry eyes which swept Linda covertly from head to foot. “I wondered why you got home ahead of schedule,” said the other, and laughed significantly. Linda fled with burning cheeks.

. . . So Barry had a way with the lower classes! At lunch that day Mrs. Trent ob= served, her eyes trailing curiously over her grandson’s face, “I hear that Rita Blanchard’s back.”

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‘OF dear Miss Lydia is still faithful, I see,” said Barry smoothly. been?” “Here and there. No grass has grown under her feet, I do assure you, since her divorce was granted.” Barry's eyes danced wickedly over his grandmother’s face; and Linda sensed undercurrents that she did not understand. She began to understand later ir. the day when she found old Miranda at the telephone. “Of course, my dear Rita,” she was saying, “I will tell.the captain you called. . . . Ah; you must mean Miss Benton. . ... Indeed? But she has been with me for some time. . . . Yes, very charming to look at, is she not? Wg: both—the captain and I—” the old lady’s face broke into what in anyone else would have been a grin of gamin malice—"find it very pleasant to have such youth and freshness about the house.” Rita Blanche¢rd, Linda reflected, must be at least 30. But what, she thought, has Mrs. Trent against this Mrs. Blanchard that she’s ready to use even me as a weapon against her?

(To Be Continued)

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Daily Short Story

COURT JESTER—By Doris Byers

T WAS approximately o'clock when Vance pulled the large sedan to a stop on Douglas street in Omaha. He alighted, opened the rear door and stepped aside. “Wait here,” his passenger said, as he hurried into the busy street. “Yes, sir,” Vance replied as bis eyes followed the departing figure. It’s a devil of a parking place, but it’s okay with mie, Vance thought to himself. Whereupon he flexed the cramped muscles of his legs a few times. and took his place in the driver’s seat. Through experience Vance had become a good judge of people and of what they are about to do. Thus he was amusing himself. He had just picked out a group of office girls on their way to the nearest drugstore for a sandwich and coke, when a well-dressed man whizzed by. “Insurance man, hurrying to his office. Stayed too long on the golf course this morning,” Vance surmised. A tap on his elbow brought his attention to a character closer at hand and Officer Kelly was saying, “Buddy, get goin’. You're old enough to know you're violatin’ the double parkin’ law.” 2. s 2 OW Kelly was not hard-boiled, he was just matter-of-fact in his tone. He strode on as if a reply was not necessary. “Nice guy. I'll bet he’s good to his kids,” Vance was thinking, but made no motion toward starting the motor. Instead, he lit a cigarette, slid down in the seat, and for the next 15 minutes thought of his past—how he had been framed and cheated out of his place in this morning’s parade. Just a victim of circumstances. A passing glance in the mirror told him that Kelly was approaching from the rear. His first impulse was to act deaf and dumb. But by the time Kelly had reached the car he had a beter idea. “So-0-0! You're still here. Just park as you please around here, e! “I'm afraid my boss wouldn't like it if I didn’t have his car here for him,” Vance replied, concealing a smile. “Boss or no boss, you'd better get movin’. Plenty a’ room down a

Mind Your Manners

Test your knowledge of correct social knowledge by answering the following questions, then checking against the authoritative answers below: 1. Is it better for a man to say “Do you have the next dance taken?” or “May I have the next dance”?

2. Should a girl apologize for not following perfectly?

3. Should a man be responsible for dancing with his own partner whenever she does not have a dance taken? 4. May a girl ignore a partner’s “Thank you” at the end of a dance?

5. At a party where there is no one presiding over the punch bowl, does the girl serve her partner and herself?

What would you do if— You are a girl .and at the end of a dance, you find that your partner for the evening is nowhere in sight— A—Let your last partner worry about what to do with you? B—Ask to be excused and go to the dressinig room for a minute or two? C—Ask him to take you to - the chaperons’ corner?

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1. “May I have the next dance?” : 3. A man takes the responsibility for all mishaps while dancing. « 3. Yes, this is important. 4. No. She should reply . “Thank you,” or “Thank you, I I it.” 5. No, the man serves her and then himself. -

Best “What Would You Do” solution--B. Though C is all right, too. But if you want the

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couple of blocks. You're holdin’ up traffic. If you don’t go pronto you're goin’ tourin’ with a new boss, and I'm it. Do ycu get it?”

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ANCE reached toward the ignition key as Kelly started on, but never turned it. He watched Kelly stomp to the sidewalk. He also took a sweeping glance through the crowded street to make sure his boss wasn’t in sight. But there was Kelly coming his way again, burned to a cinder because his authority had been so nonchalantly disre-) garded. “I see youre takin’ that trip I told you about, eh? Well, let’s get goin’. Im ridin’ with - you,” Kelly barked as he seated himself beside Vance. Vance switched on the ignition, stepped on the starter, and to Kelly’s surprise followed directions and drove peaceably to the police station. Vance could see in the mirror that he had a motorcycle escort. Some of Kelly’s doings. “I suppose you think you're smart,” Kelly began. by way of conversation. “Not particularly.” “D’you drive this way often?” “Not very.” : ‘Sociable, aren’t you? Well, you won’t do this again.” “That depends.” Kelly looked slightly flustered at this. “Depends on what?” he growled. “On wha! the boss says. I park where the Hoss tells me to.” “Well, we’ll send for your boss, too,” Kelly promised. “I suppose he’s a smart alec like yourself.” “Not quite. But you'll see.” As soon .as they came to a full stop, Vancz unlatched the door and was well on his way to the desk: sergeant hefore Kelly had caught up with him. 8 ” o HE charges were reviewed and, as it was evidently a dull day, they were sent before the judge immediately. “What Is the charge, Officer Kelly?” asked the judge. “Traffic violation. Double parkin’, your honor. Deliberately ignored my warnin’ and stayed double parked,” Kelly complained. After a quick survey of the chauffeur uniform Vance wore, the judge asked, “Your name?” “Sam Vance.” “Where do you live?” “Lincoln.” “What do you have to say for yourself, guilty or not guilty?” the judge continued. “Guilty,” Vance answered without hesitation and with a twinkle in’ his brown eyes. - “You were warned once?” “Yes, sir.” “And why did you not move after you were warned?” “I wasn’t ready, sir.” “A smart alec, huh? T’'ll just give you ten days on the street sweepers’ gang. Maybe you won't be so cocky tren,” the judge pronounced, much to Kelly's satisfaction. Vance could contain his mirth no longer. He chuckled heartily. “Yourig man, youll get ninety days. Maybe you'll learn that contempt of court doesn’t pay,” the Judse shouted, forgetting his dign 9 . t

2 ” o ANCE laughed outright and continued to laugh and now the tears rolled down his cheeks. He turned to bewildered Officer Kelly and between gusts of laughter said, “Officer, would you do me a favor? Please get in touch with my boss and tell him that I can’t go home with him tonight?” Kelly looked at the judge. The judge looked at Kelly. “Who's your boss?” judge. Vance answered in another fit of laughter, “The warden at the penitentiary. I'm a lifer there. I'm allowed to drive his car for good behavior. »

THE END. (C opyTight 1937 (All (vents, nam and characters in this story are °® wholly fictitious.)

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